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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 16:17:38 GMT -5
So, our guys will be experimented on men. They were taken from their families at a very young age, (I'm thinking 6), and they have been experimented on for years (they must be 18 or over). Each have been separated from the other, as are all who are experimented on. Anywho, both our guys are finally brought together but not in a way they expected. They are put in a forest simulation that seems to go on forever and are told to fight to the death. However instead of killing each other they fall in love. We shall start when they are both thrown into the forest.
Rules-
Please have decent grammar and punctuation. Be able to write at least a paragraph each post, around eight decent sentences. Your guy will be the dominant one. (The one who is bigger, stronger, and who tops) We will not be rping any sexual scenes, (in pm or otherwise) kissing, hugging, etc, is fine. Do not make your guy invincible or like a God.
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To join-
Name: Date of Birth (& age): Gender: Language: Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Description/Looks/Scars: Personality/Attitude: Skills/Talents: Hobbies/Interests: Philosophy of Life: Education/Special Training:
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My guy-
Name: Chance (Experiment number- 710) Date of Birth (& age): December 11, 1997 (19) Gender: Male Language: English Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Mother and two sisters. (Father left)- No friends- He is not allowed any pets. Description/Looks/Scars:Chance stands at 5’2. The young man is very skinny, his body looks very fragile, as if it could break at another’s mere touch. His skin is snow-white looking, there is no other way to describe it. Scars litter his frame, though mainly his arms and chest, which have deep jagged cuts. Certain cuts you could tell were from objects, objects that aren’t usually used as normal torture weapons. Chance also has a symbol of a disfigured phoenix burned onto his face. He does have problems that disrupt his ability to walk long distances and he certainly can’t run. The young man’s hair is a raven black color, which some strands of white amound it. His eyes are a entrancing silvery-blue. Oh, he has white cat ears and tail, confirming his cat-like abilities and personality. Personality/Attitude: Chance is very soft-spoken, it is like he is mute, he has been trained into being a submissive creature. He is also very compassionate and tends to be concerned about everyone else, never himself. However, he does get icy when someone truly gets under his skin. His iciness is nothing compared to his amazingly fierce anger. Chance has no qualms about yelling when he is pushed to the edge, and his eyes seem to literally glow with fire at those times. Skills/Talents: Being as skinny as he is he is rather strong. The experiments on him did nothing to make him physically stronger, but it did make him much faster than a normal person’s speed, it can be compared to a cheetah, in fact. His eyesight and ability to smell was also enhanced. Weaknesses: Chance is very vulnerable to the cold. It hinders him quite a bit. In fact, it causes him sharp pain throughout his body, as though someone was stabbing him repeatedly. He actually als can get very sick very easily when it is cold out, something the scientists have tried to cure but have had no luck so far. Hobbies/Interests: Chance loves to read, when he is given the chance (bad pun, but whatever ) he will read whatever you give him. He’s read the dictionary three times already, and one of the more kind food-givers even brought him the story of snow-white. Chance has completely memorized both books. The young man loves to learn, that is he loves to learn from books. Chance has never been fond of being taught any violent acts. Philosophy of Life: “There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.” - Albert Camus Education/Special Training: Chance is given a bit more knowledge than other experiments, but not enough to be able to form a plan to escape or turn against the scientists. His ‘special’ training was how to focus on one smell, a far away point, and how to control his speed (to use it to dodge attacks, etc) and use it sparingly.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Mar 13, 2017 7:50:07 GMT -5
{ I'd like to claim, if that's ok? (': It'll probably take me a while to fill out the form, though, since I've gotten a little rusty on making characters and stuff aha I'll try to get the form up by tonight though }
{ I also have some questions about the experiments that were done on them so I don't mess up the form haha I see that Chance has cat ears and a tail cuz he has cat-like abilities, do all of the test subjects have some animal features or just some of them? And about special training, what would be some other examples of that? Is every test subject trained specifically in a particular sense or...?
And the disfigured phoenix thing? Do test subjects normally have something like that? Like a brand? }
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 10:25:23 GMT -5
(It's totally great if you want to claim> Wasn't sure if anyone would like to do this with me, to be honest. Also, take all the time you need.)
(1: Not all do. It is optional. 2: As for special training, his cat abilities include better small, eyesight, and speed. You can choose which ever abilities your character has to emphasis on. [Hope this makes sense. XD], 3: it is a brand mark and yeah, all experiments have some sort of disfigured mark. The disfigurement is to show that they are broken.)
{If you have any more questions feel free to ask! }
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Mar 13, 2017 14:30:15 GMT -5
Name: Zelo (Experiment number - 303) Date of Birth (& age): October 15, 1996 (20) Gender: Male Language: English, some broken Korean Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Mother, father, older sister - Doesn’t make friends - No pets Description/Looks/Scars: Zelo is 6’2”, strange considering that neither of his parents were particularly tall. He’s not big, but his physique is full of lean muscle, as much as his poor diet would allow. His skin is naturally olive in tone, but over the years, abuse and lack of sunlight has turned his pallor pale. His hair is naturally a dark shade of brown, cut short but left a little longer in the front. His eyes are dark brown, sometimes black depending on the lighting. His back and chest are covered in scars from wounds that didn’t heal properly and he sports a jagged mark on his face, passing over his left eye, a reminder of some torment he endured in his younger days. His left collarbone still causes pain occasionally due to the bone not healing properly when it was first broken, creating a malunion. Incidentally, they also chose to burn an image of an angel with broken wings right underneath that collarbone. His wrists also seem to be perpetually rubbed red and raw. Personality/Attitude: Once, Zelo was full of sharp retorts and sarcastic comments, but that was beaten out of him years ago. Now, he’s just filled to the brim with quiet anger, with a burning desire to pay these scientists back for everything that they’ve done to him. He’s quiet, but he’s not defeated. They can see it in his eyes, and perhaps that’s why they insist on having him subsist on such a measly diet; sometimes it seems as though his willpower alone could give him the strength to fight his way out of this establishment, if only they let him out of his restraints, out of his room. Skills/Talents: Despite his relatively skinny appearance, the experiments done on Zelo ensure that he doesn’t lose his muscle mass. It should be unsustainable for a regular human being, but Zelo has stopped being normal a long time ago. The experiments done on him also mean that his strength far exceeds what it should be. His eyesight and reflexes have also been enhanced. Weaknesses: Being who he is, Zelo isn’t afraid of much. Maybe it was his reckless behavior or blatant disrespect towards his captors that drove them to alter his anatomy, or maybe it was just a test gone wrong, but water has become deadly to him. It burns him the way fire would, but he would say that it’s worse. Touching water makes him feel like he’s melting, dying. The reason for this is unclear, but Zelo believes that the scientists did it to him as a jab at his hotheadedness and apparent disregard for danger. Hobbies/Interests: He doesn’t get the privileges very often anymore, but he’d developed an affinity for music when he was younger and they would bring him different CDs to listen to. Music calmed him, provided him with some relief and it was one of those songs that gave him his philosophy of life. Philosophy of Life: “If you think you’re going to crash, accelerate faster.” - Min Yoongi Education/Special Training: The scientists don’t really bother trying to teaching Zelo anything intellectual. What he has been taught is how to fight, how to throw a punch and to take one, how to channel that aggressive nature of his into something not entirely aimed at his captors. His special training mostly involved learning how to analyze an opponent’s movements and patterns, how to use his enhanced eyesight and reflexes to his advantage in that regard.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Mar 13, 2017 14:31:27 GMT -5
{ Please let me know if I need to change anything (': }
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 19:43:23 GMT -5
(Awesome! No need to change anything. Oh, and if you have any thoughts on twists in the plot don't hesitate to say what they are. Just gimme a sec and I'll start us off.)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 20:04:56 GMT -5
Chance had been… reminded of his place in the facility the entire day before. When he finally was allowed to let darkness take him he was well, numb. The pain had long ago stopped hurting and his body just sagged against the treatment. He remembered falling unconscious on the steel floor he had been chained to, which was uncomfortable and cold, but it mattered not as he was swallowed into darkness. Now however, as he slowly begin to shift in his slowly waking state, he felt that the ground beneath his wasn’t cold, wasn’t smooth, and it smelled funny. Not like the usual metal. Frowning faintly, he reluctantly opened his eyes.
Chance laying on his stomach as he woke. The image that was forming as his body awakened was… different. Blinking, he sat up suddenly and regretted it right away. He felt nauseated, and even felt his mouth water in the way it does before one throws up. Placing a hand over his mouth, he closed his eyes and simply breathed in and out. Head bent forward and as relaxed as he could get it. Where ever he was whatever was going on he had an inkling that he would be punished if he were to throw up. Gradually he felt the feeling fade and he opened his eyes, absently running a hand through his raven locks, feeling grateful now that it was over. Of course, now he take a good look at his surroundings and his jaw fell open. This… trees? Sky? How? When? He wondered rapidly as his heart began to speed up, both excitement and fear churning in his belly.
“This can’t be real,” Chance whispered to himself, his silvery-blue gaze slowly took in the sight before him. He sat on the ground, his legs positioned in a 'W' thinking. He was hallucinating now. What did they put in him? Why would whatever they put in cause this picture? Many questions flew through his mind and he had to shake his head to stop the overwhelming thoughts. Then he stood and took a cautious step, just to collapse with a gasp his eyes wide. Falling onto his hands and knees he dug his nails into the dirt and just stared. It felt so… real. But it couldn't be?
Unknowingly a group of twenty high ranking scientists were watching with hawk-like gazes, taking in every detail of the cat-boys physical and emotional reaction to being placed in a vastly different place he was use to.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Mar 13, 2017 20:55:00 GMT -5
Zelo opened his eyes. Then he closed them. Then he opened his right eye and just...stared. For a moment. Up at the sky. The sky? He hadn't seen the sky in so long but he knew that shade of blue, he knew what clouds looked like, white and puffy. And he could see...he could see...
He opened his left eye, too, and he could see...branches? Leaves? If he turned his head slightly, he could see tree trunks and some light source blinded him. The sun. But there was no way this could be real. The pain in his body was still alive and if the pain was real, then the scientists were real, and if the scientists were real, then this could not be. It was probably just some dumb test.
Zelo could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, almost making him nauseous with the erratic rhythm. Very briefly, he considered lying there for a little while longer, then there was an itching in his bones and he had to get up. His legs were weak as he tried to stand, but the nauseous feeling grew stronger as he did and he fell forward onto his knees. Sometimes he wished he weren't so tall, that he weren't so...lanky? That wasn't the right word, exactly, but he could think of no other way to describe it. It was hard, sometimes, to find his balance. His diet just made things worse and the scientists weren't inclined to do anything to help.
When he finally conquered that dizzying nausea and got to his feet, he stumbled a little ways before reaching out to steady himself with the trunk of some tree. He stared at his hand touching the bark, he could feel it underneath his fingertips, the rough texture, the places where bark was peeling. But this can't be real. He tilted his head back to look up at the tree's branches, at its leaves, at the sunlight peeking through that canopy and his eyes narrowed for a moment and he was silent. Then he laughed.
He laughed and he screamed and he stumbled backwards from the tree with his hands covering his face, back slightly hunched forward, shoulders shaking, and it was only for a few seconds that he laughed and screamed but it felt like years before he got himself under control. His arms dropped like lead from his face and Zelo's eyes were bright with incredulity and anger as he regarded the trees once more.
"You're messing with me, aren't you? All of you?" He smiled. His canines glinted, his eyes burned. "Is this some kind of game? What are you going to do? Release wild beasts and see if I'll die?" Quite honestly, he wouldn't put it past them. "Well maybe this time I really will die." Zelo's expression softened, then, and he sighed. He was tired. He was so, so tired. He'd survived all the tests they'd thrown at him thus far, he's survived for a decade and a half and the tests only got harder and sometimes he really thought that he wouldn't make it. But he always did. He survived because he wouldn't be able to get revenge if he were a dead man.
"What are you waiting for, then?" He couldn't find a camera, but he knew they must be watching him from somewhere. Or listening to him. Or somehow monitoring him because there was no way they'd just turn him loose. "Kill me!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 14:52:04 GMT -5
The half cat's white ears twitched they folded down in a guarded way. Chance raised his head slowly, an expression of shock on his face. Okay. There are others here. He thought, nibbling at his lower lip. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up from his hands and knees, dusting the dirt off his ripped jeans.
“Okay. The noise came clear-minded… the west,” he muttered to himself. It was a habit of his to talk to himself sometimes, though he had no idea he was doing that. To him, he was speaking in his mind. Nodding to himself, he began to walk west and into the forest.
Entering the thick forest, his eyes continuously roamed about. It was how the trees in his books looked like, yet they also looked much better. A smile crept onto Chance’s face and he ran to a tree, looking up he hummed to himself. Then reached up and took hold of the lowest branch, tugging it to test its strength. Seeing that it was pretty strong, he pulled himself up.
Once he was up he grinned wider and stood quickly. Of course, being that he’d never done anything like this before he was not used to having to balance he promptly fell off the tree and onto the rough ground with a yelp.
Slowing sitting up on the dirt floor Chance shook his head and blinked, a bit dazed from the fall. Once he was more or less clear-minded he realized his he smelled iron and he that he felt a sharp pain on his hands. Looking down he stared at the cuts on his hands. “Strange,” the young male hummed. After a moment of sitting staring at his injured hands, he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.
Standing for the third time today? Chance hurried through the forest in the direction he had heard the scream.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Mar 14, 2017 19:01:04 GMT -5
Things remained quiet. After a few moments, Zelo rolled his eyes and let out a small puff of air. If the scientists didn't want to release wild beasts on him just yet, there was nothing he could do to speed up the process. In the meantime, he might as well enjoy his time outside, if this really was the outside.
He looked at his long fingers and flexed them a couple times, then looked up at a tree, and decided not to risk any injury from trying to climb it. He couldn't afford to injure himself. The scientists usually helped him out with his injuries, injecting him with some chemical thing that sped up his healing process, but as far as he knew, that technology was not perfect and it was limited. They wouldn't help him if he hurt himself.
So Zelo sat down, leaning back against the trunk of that tree he had been eyeing, and closed his eyes. There was a light breeze, it made him shiver. How long has it been since he last felt a passing breeze? A decade? A decade and a half? He'd long stopped keeping track of his own age, of dates, and his birthdays didn't seem to be a priority for his captors to remember.
Sitting still and having nothing to ponder made Zelo ever more aware of all those pesky aches in his body. His wrists, though not currently bound in cuff and chain, felt the phantom weight and pain of them rubbing against his skin. His collarbone, which he'd broken a long time ago, throbbed gently. His shoulders and back and knees ached, too, and Zelo wondered how long it would be until they slapped restraints back on him and put him back into that awful white room he was supposed to call home.
His chest burned with the desire for revenge, but how could he hope for anything close to that when the scientists were oh so aware of his abilities and oh so careful with keeping him "under control"?
One day.
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